sandcastles

August 18, 2008 - Leave a Response

Seems everyone’s searching for a piece of an unfettered universe; holidays in Bhutan, virgin beaches with the sparkling sea, envious gazes upon childhood and innocence.

Perhaps hopelessly trying to hold on to a part of themselves that feels real? It’s easy to lose one’s self in the daily grind of growing up… but I’d like to think that, the vagaries of life ultimately sculpt us.

Travel destinations shall be compiled soon!

reel

August 13, 2008 - Leave a Response

If there’s one thing worse apart from actual conflict and quarrel at home, it’s the sound of actors yelling enthusiastically in reel life. Yes, we lack drama and angst, please furnish our home with the lovely ring of your petty squabbling. Now begone.

lessons

July 18, 2008 - Leave a Response

Decided to spend 1/2 an hour in Science tuition today to explain to my Sec. 2 boy how the most important lessons cannot taught by a teacher, or a textbook, or in tuition. It’s life.

As usual, bearing the look of perpetual surprise on his face, he told me he didn’t understand. I gave examples, encouraged, we bantered. Nada.

Its okay, he’ll learn.

bohemian rhapsody

May 25, 2008 - Leave a Response

Today, today today…. this song was not just great, it spoke to me. Today this song made me die inside.

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me
…to me
Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama oooh… Didn’t mean to make you cry
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come, sends shivers down my spine
Body’s aching all the time
Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo (Galileo)
Galileo figaro (Magnifico)
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go, will you let me go
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go, let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows…

Nothing really matters.

Gain & Loss

May 15, 2008 - Leave a Response

disaster

Hell hath no fury like nature’s wrath. In a one week, two natural disasters in Myanmar and Sichuan China have wiped out tens of thousands. Individuals, with families, lives, plans, hopes, jobs, dreams. Life is all but transient. Its incredibly sad, but therein lies a deafening scream to all the living, to seize their moments.

In Sichuan and nearby areas affected by the earthquake, a considerable portion of victims were children trapped under poorly-built school buildings which collapsed in the shocks. Beyond questioning the safety standards of their structures, the sight of schoolchildren lying pallid and lifeless, whether in the arms of grieving parents or waiting for someone to identify them, is heart-breaking. With China’s one-child policy actively implemented since the 1980s, many parents have lost their only child. A little girl sobs uncontrollably in the news, despite Chinese Premier Wen Jia Bao’s repeated attempts to console her.

In Myanmar, the government holds such a tight rein on rescue proceedings, that little is known about the scores of people that need help. It seems ludicrous to me that even reliefs distributed to victims are plastered with names of their leaders, now convenient vehicles to uphold their regime.

Singapore pledged a donation of USD$200 000 to the victims of the Sichuan earthquake. I feel that more can be done though. The Chinese comprise 72.5% of Singaporeans and most of us have ancestral roots based in China. Given the efficiency of the GIRO deduction system, the government could use this to the need of emergency reliefs and deduct small donation amounts. In an ideal world, if every Singaporean donated a dollar, we would have amassed $4.68 million in donations. That’s too small to pinch our pockets, but a sizable donation as a nation, no? Well, this lady took out $100 000 for the victims of cyclone Nargis.

Even if the Burmese government, rumored to be pilfering from relief supplies meant for victims, were to take half of every dollar donated, should we not give so that the victims can receive some form of aid rather than none at all? With the headlines of international news bulletins focused on covering the newest, latest breaking disaster, cameras and reporters are now in China covering the earthquake, and Europe with its impending drought season. This is not helped by the Burmese regime’s reluctance to grant entry visas to foreigners. Consequences for the survivors would be terrible if the world forgot about them.

Today I read a Straits Times report on how investors were scrambling to pump their funds into China’s building and construction market, in view of the imminent demand for contractors to do large-scale rebuilding in disaster regions. I was first filled with interest, then cynicism. Images of crying faces and grey corpses are only what they are; images, to pockets lined with cash. Let us hope that the benefits reaped from their wagers on the earthquake will find a way back into the lives of the survivors and the needy.

For the world moves on quickly, the Sun also rises.

A History of Transhumanist Thought

May 10, 2008 - One Response

Nick Bostrom
Faculty of Philosophy, Oxford University Journal of Evolution and Technology – Vol. 14 Issue 1 – April 2005
http://jetpress.org/volume14/bostrom.html

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Abstract

This paper traces the cultural and philosophical roots of transhumanist thought and describes some of the influences and contributions that led to the development of contemporary transhumanism.

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